6.Enduring
Deep inside the monster I sit. One tiny spark in a raging fire, almost engulfed. Only an ember now, but carefully tended.
The snake thinks I am gone. Beaten. Defeated.
He is wrong – so very wrong. The sight of my friend those long days ago rekindled me, and I wait patiently to flare back into life once more.
He thinks he has won. That the nagging voice has left his mind, and my cries are no longer heard.
But I plan, and wait until the blaze is at its height.
And one small ember starts a fire of its own.